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September 17, 2012 | by  | in Opinion |
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Lovin’ From The Oven

Tiramisu

I swear anything that contains both liquor and caffeine is sure to be a winner!

What you need

  • 2 eggs—separated
  • 3 tbsp caster sugar
  • 1 cup of cream—whipped
  • 250g mascarpone cheese at room temperature
  • 3 tbsp. of some kind of tasty liqueur (I used Frangelico, but would also recommend Tia Mariah, brandy, rum or amaretto)
  • 1 packet of ladyfingers (an Italian biscuit which when soaked turns into sponge—you can find them in most supermarkets, I got mine from Moore Wilson’s)
  • 3 cups of brewed coffee, cooled— I used a plunger
  • 1 small bar of dark chocolate

What to do…

Beat egg yolks and caster sugar with an electric mixer until pale and thick. Add the mascarpone to the egg yolk mixture and mix to combine. Fold the whipped cream into the egg yolk mixture and set aside. Beat the egg whites to stiff peaks and then fold carefully into the cream mixture, trying to keep as much air in as possible. Add the liqueur to the cooled coffee. Submerge each ladyfinger in the coffee mixture before laying the bottom of your dish with them, alternate layers of soaked biscuits and cream mixture. Finish with a cream layer and top with grated chocolate. Let cool in the fridge for a couple of hours. Serve cold.

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